Teardrops Know My Name

Monday, March 30, 2015

Today,
I'm happy to be hosting Dalia Florea who has a new book, Teardrops Know My
Name. Please see a sample from the novel below.

Excerpt:

She
regarded him silently for a moment, gazing into his dark brown eyes and
watching a smile curve his lips. “I think that it would be. You don’t know me
very well. I’ve had too many heartbreaks, and I’m in a vulnerable state right
now where I may be incapable of making good choices. I don’t ever want to end
up where I am right now—in this same place—again. For God’s sake, my last
boyfriend was married, and I had absolutely no idea. How could I not have
known? Other people were able to see the red flags, but I didn’t see a thing.”

“I
hear what you’re saying, and I understand, but you can’t live the rest of your
life that way. You can’t shield yourself from getting to know someone and never
open yourself up to love again because of your past relationships.” He sipped
water from the glass in front of him. His eyes were fixed on hers.

He
stood and came around to her side of the booth, sat next to her, and reached
for her hand, taking it into his and intertwining their fingers. He slowly
lifted her hand to his mouth and gently pressed his lips to the back of it.
Feeling his warm breath against the skin of her hand made her tremble. “I
promise you that if you give me a chance, you won’t need to worry about
anything. You will see no red flags when it comes to me. I have no
secrets and no hidden agenda,” he said softly, lips brushing against her hand
again. He lifted his eyes, looking her straight in the face.

Damn.
He’s making this difficult. She couldn’t think clearly. Her senses had been heightened by his
sensual touch, his silky smooth dark skin, and his masculine musk mixed with
the spicy cologne he wore. She had to stop herself from being drawn in by this
magnetic force that threatened to take her over mentally and physically.

He
tipped her head up with his finger and lowered his mouth onto hers, brushing
his lips against hers, teasing her, barely touching them at first. Then he
whispered against her lips, “Please give me”— soft kiss—“a chance.”

Linda had to admit that she wanted Sean. There was something
about him that stirred her soul. But was she willing to throw caution to the
wind as she had done in the past? When she thought about it, she had always
jumped from one relationship to another without giving herself a break in
between. Maybe that was the problem. Was she codependent? Did she need to be in
a relationship in order to feel whole? She needed some distance from Sean to
find out more about who she was and what she wanted for herself in life.

It took every bit of
her self-control and willpower to pull away from his kiss. She breathed in
deeply. She knew she needed to say what she didn’t want to say. She mentally
prepared herself to resist what she knew would be another attempt from him to
pursue the idea of them being in a relationship. She slid a few inches away
from him in an effort to prevent any further temptation, and she watched his
shoulders droop.

Dalia grew up in Queens, New York and now
makes her home in Northern Virginia outside of Washington, D.C. Her debut
Mirrored reached the Top 100
Bestseller’s list in Women’s Detective Fiction. She is a voracious reader
who enjoys writing fiction stories with a mixture of mystery, suspense, and
romance. When she isn’t crafting suspense romance, she enjoys reading,
attending live music concerts, and visiting wineries.